Translations. - Song Of The Lonely. (From The German)

Son, first-born, at home abiding! All without is cold and bare: Hide me from the tempest’s chiding Warm beside the Father’s chair. I am homesick, Lord of splendour! Twilight fills my soul with fright: Let thy countenance befriend her, Shining from the halls of light. I am homesick, loving Father! Long years hath the pain increased: Soon, oh soon! thy children gather To the endless marriage-feast.